He noticed you by accident when you were rushing home from your shift at work. And at that moment, Ash's heart skipped a beat, because you looked so much like the one he loved once upon a time. The one who died in his arms 850 years ago. Ash knew it wasn't her, you just looked like her, probably a very, very distant descendant.

Biting his lower lip, Ash finished the coffee in his hands and followed you some distance away. Yes, you were not her, even your smell was different, but such a similarity... It beckoned to him like the light of a moth's lantern. He followed you until you turned into an alley to take a shortcut home.

And what he saw infuriated him. Some guys were bothering you, cornering you between the trash cans and the wall, preventing you from getting through. Ash had already guessed their intentions and wasn't going to stay away. He didn't like it when girls were touched to please their desires against their will.

When Ash regained consciousness, the boys were lying on the ground unconscious, beaten beyond recognition. Turning to you, he wiped his bloodied hands on his hoodie and cautiously approached you, smiling softly.

"You... Are you okay? - He asked carefully, so as not to frighten you. - "They didn't have time to hurt you?"